((I am so sorry this took this long. I was on a roadtrip for the past two days and had no internet access... Here, have fic!))
“Oh no, Axel. What have you done?” Roxas eyed the living room of his shared apartment with dismay, scanning the carnage that covered the area.
And in the middle of it all sat Axel, a wide, shit-eating grin on his face, some strands of hair stuck to his face and others sticking up in ways that even the redhead’s normal hairstyle didn’t allow. “I made a blanket fort!” he announced, smug.
Roxas stared at all the blankets that crisscrossed the room, taking off his backpack and letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. “You’re kidding me, right? I have studying to do, three projects to work on, a paper due by the end of the week-”
“And that’s why I did it,” Axel interrupted, standing up and walking over to grab Roxas’s shoulders with warm hands, shaking him slightly. “You need a bit of a break. So, I made this, and we’re going to sit inside and talk and drink hot chocolate and possibly watch a bad movie. Because you’re stressed. Okay? Okay, good. Get in.” He started gently pushing the blond towards the fort’s opening.
Trying vainly to get free, Roxas complained, “Oh come on, Axel, this isn’t a good idea!! Just let me go already!!!”
But it was no use. Roxas was shoved inside the fort and was almost immediately blocked from going out again by Axel’s lanky body. A mug was pushed insistently into his hands, and he was tugged into a pile of free pillows.
“Now,” Axel chided cheerfully, “don’t try and fight this. Just enjoy it. What do you want to start with, Aliens or Twilight Rifftrax?”
An hour later, Roxas was leaning against Axel’s warm body, mug empty and eyes heavy. Axel reached around to pull a blanket over the smaller boy, but was stopped by Roxas’s hands on his face.
“Thank you. I needed this,” the blond murmured sleepily, leaning up to kiss the corner of Axel’s mouth before slumping against Axel’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
Axel only smiled, settling in for a good nap. “You’re welcome, love.”
"Why're we doing this again," Roxas grumbles, pulling his stupid hat down over his eyes. "You promised," Axel reminds him, disturbingly at home in his dress. "I was drunk. Really really drunk." "But! You promised." Axel looks way too pleased. Way too pleased. "I don't even know how to dance," he points out yet again. "It'll be fine," Axel tells him, grabbing Roxas' hands and putting them where Roxas guesses they're supposed to go. "Though I told you it'd be easier if you wore the dress." "Fuck you." And then the music starts, and there's no more time for arguing.
“Oh no, Axel. What have you done?” Roxas eyed the living room of his shared apartment with dismay, scanning the carnage that covered the area.
And in the middle of it all sat Axel, a wide, shit-eating grin on his face, some strands of hair stuck to his face and others sticking up in ways that even the redhead’s normal hairstyle didn’t allow. “I made a blanket fort!” he announced, smug.
Roxas stared at all the blankets that crisscrossed the room, taking off his backpack and letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. “You’re kidding me, right? I have studying to do, three projects to work on, a paper due by the end of the week-”
“And that’s why I did it,” Axel interrupted, standing up and walking over to grab Roxas’s shoulders with warm hands, shaking him slightly. “You need a bit of a break. So, I made this, and we’re going to sit inside and talk and drink hot chocolate and possibly watch a bad movie. Because you’re stressed. Okay? Okay, good. Get in.” He started gently pushing the blond towards the fort’s opening.
Trying vainly to get free, Roxas complained, “Oh come on, Axel, this isn’t a good idea!! Just let me go already!!!”
But it was no use. Roxas was shoved inside the fort and was almost immediately blocked from going out again by Axel’s lanky body. A mug was pushed insistently into his hands, and he was tugged into a pile of free pillows.
“Now,” Axel chided cheerfully, “don’t try and fight this. Just enjoy it. What do you want to start with, Aliens or Twilight Rifftrax?”
An hour later, Roxas was leaning against Axel’s warm body, mug empty and eyes heavy. Axel reached around to pull a blanket over the smaller boy, but was stopped by Roxas’s hands on his face.
“Thank you. I needed this,” the blond murmured sleepily, leaning up to kiss the corner of Axel’s mouth before slumping against Axel’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
Axel only smiled, settling in for a good nap. “You’re welcome, love.”
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Ahaha, oh boys. <3 :D:D Why so adorable. *wishes she could fit her Avatar Kingdom chibis icon over here*
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Prompt something back if you'd like! :D
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Uh, lesse.... AkuRoku and... Dancing.
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|D?
"Why're we doing this again," Roxas grumbles, pulling his stupid hat down over his eyes.
"You promised," Axel reminds him, disturbingly at home in his dress.
"I was drunk. Really really drunk."
"But! You promised." Axel looks way too pleased. Way too pleased.
"I don't even know how to dance," he points out yet again.
"It'll be fine," Axel tells him, grabbing Roxas' hands and putting them where Roxas guesses they're supposed to go. "Though I told you it'd be easier if you wore the dress."
"Fuck you."
And then the music starts, and there's no more time for arguing.
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Eeee, dancing! And of course Axel's the one in the dress!!
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:D Well OBVIOUSLY. He's completely sure in his gender identity! Crossdressing isn't threatening at all! *laughs*
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And yes, Axel is SUPER secure. He's sorta... Well... Axel. He's just having fun!
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In that sorta thing, yeah! :D
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